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Intro

 Outside the cafe by the cracker factory

 You were practicing a magic trick

 And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed

 On the last of your pick and mix

 Said you’re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught

cold before

 As you bit into your strawberry lace

 And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper

 Is all you had left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying lightning

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

 The next time that I caught my own reflection

 It was on it's way to meet you

Thinking of excuses to postpone

 You never look like yourself from the side

 But your profile could not hide

 The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

 With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache

Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war

 And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction

 There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

 And your past-times, consisted of the strange

 And twisted and deranged

 And I hate that little game you had called

 Crying lightning

 And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

 Uninviting

 But not half as impossible as everyone assumes

 You are crying lightning

 Oh you were reading a book about some idiot

 And telling me about another

 I was so severely underwhelmed

 I thought I might never recover

 Straighten the rudder girl

 And sail me up stairs

 And go and find somebody

 Who cares

 Well we might not be the perfect partners

 But tonight we make a pair

Your past-times, consisted of the strange

 And twisted and deranged

 And I hate that little game you had called

 Crying lightning

 Crying lightning

 Crying lightning

 Crying lightning

 Your past-times, consisted of the strange

 And twisted and deranged